“I didn’t beat you easily,” Voss said, clearly enjoying the moment. “It took years of careful planning.”

“You mean years of stealing from the very company that made you,” I said, stepping closer to the table.

I wanted to prod his massive ego.

I knew exactly how Voss operated from my years of researching his legal filings.

He could not stand being viewed as a common thief; he wanted to be recognized as a mastermind.

“Stealing is such a vulgar word, Ms. Vale,” Voss said, glaring at me with cold, watery eyes.

“What else do you call moving forty million dollars out of the Steel family foundations?” I asked.

I leaned my weight onto the edge of the table, making sure my collar was angled toward him.

“We ran the audits,” I said, keeping my voice sharp and demanding. “There was no paper trail. You hid it well, but it is still theft.”

“Of course there was no paper trail,” Voss sneered, leaning back in his leather chair.

He tapped the gold pen against his sharp chin.